The richest man started taking advantage of loopholes after joining Alibaba.

Hangzhou, Binjiang Industrial Park.

The familiar turnstile gate.

"drop."

The employee ID card was swiped across the sensor area.

The green light came on, and the barrier popped open.

This is the last time.

Lin Che took back his employee badge. The hanging strap was already pilling and the edges were worn and white.

He stepped inside.

The park was still bustling with people.

Programmers in orange T-shirts hurried by, carrying their laptops, the air thick with the mixed smells of Starbucks coffee and the stench of overwork.

But the moment Lin Che stepped into the lobby of Building 3.

The noise suddenly seemed to be muted.

Several P6s who were discussing requirements stopped talking.

The young woman at the front desk, who was touching up her makeup, almost dropped her powder compact.

Everyone's eyes were glued to him, as if drawn by a magnet.

In awe.

curious.

There is also a kind of alienation when facing someone who is different.

Lin Che ignored him.

He pressed the elevator button and went straight to the seventh floor.

The elevator doors opened.

Two senior executives at the P9 level walked towards us.

Normally, these two walk with a swagger and their noses in the air.

But at the moment.

They saw Lin Che.

His steps suddenly stopped.

That awkwardness almost solidified into a tangible reality.

They instinctively turned sideways and slipped past along the wall, avoiding eye contact.

Everyone knows that this young man just cornered Jack Ma in New York and even managed to snatch the fattest piece of meat from Alibaba's plate.

This person is ruthless.

It was even more so, the wolf's extermination.

Lin Che walked straight to the workstation in that corner.

A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the table.

Next to it was a potted cactus that had already withered and died.

Nobody dared to touch his things.

This place is like a sealed-off ruin.

Lin Che pulled out a chair.

sit down.

The chair creaked.

He reached out and unplugged the power cord and the network cable.

The movements were slow, like defusing the fuse of a bomb.

At last.

His hand landed on the old Lenovo ThinkPad.

Close the lid.

The cartoon stickers covering his face had turned yellow; they were the disguise he put on when he first joined the company, in order to fit into this "young" team.

Now, it's not necessary.

Lin Che tucked the laptop under his arm.

This is all the luggage he took with him.

There are no files, and no hard drive.

Because the most valuable things are stored in his mind.

Before leaving.

His fingertips traced the famous Ali slogan on the partition:

Customers first, employees second, shareholders third.

Feel the rough texture of the sticker with your fingertips.

Lin Che smiled.

It was both ironic and resigning.

In this world where capital devours everyone, the chips you hold in your hand are the most important thing.

The rest are all parallel sentences.

"Smack."

He turned off the desk lamp at his workstation.

That small, warm halo of light disappeared.

Lin Che turned around.

He strode towards the exit.

Behind him, countless heads peeked out from the cubicles, watching the figure disappear completely around the corner.

downstairs.

An Audi A6 that hasn't been registered yet is parked at the entrance.

A person was standing next to the car.

Li Mo.

The once arrogant head of the Integrity and Compliance Department is now a marginal figure.

He had a cigarette between his fingers, and a pile of cigarette butts at his feet.

It was obvious that they had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Lin Che come out, Li Mo threw away his cigarette butt and crushed it out with the sole of his shoe.

"Are the formalities completed?"

Li Mo stood in the middle of the road, his voice hoarse, revealing a weariness crushed by the years.

Lin Che stopped in his tracks.

She didn't look at him directly, but simply lowered her head to adjust her cuffs.

"It's done."

"You're just leaving like that?"

Li Mo stepped forward, his eyes swirling with complex emotions.

There was jealousy, resentment, and a barely perceptible envy.

"Lin Che, you've won."

"You took advantage of the rules, you took advantage of Mr. Ma, and you even took advantage of me."

"But don't forget."

Li Mo raised his hand and pointed to the towering Alibaba building behind him, which was the temple of China's Internet.

"This is Ali."

"If you leave this big tree, the storms outside will tear your small company apart."

The wind blew by.

Roll up the fallen leaves on the ground.

Lin Che raised his head.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on his face.

"Mr. Li."

He took a step forward.

The oppressive feeling forced Li Mo to instinctively back away.

You've got one thing wrong.

Lin Che reached out and patted off non-existent dust from Li Mo's shoulder.

The movements were gentle, yet it was as if they were preparing the body for burial.

"Alibaba belongs to you."

"Used for retirement, for intense competition, for writing weekly reports."

Lin Che walked past him toward the gate.

The sound drifted away on the wind.

"But the future."

"be mine."

The moment I stepped out of the park's turnstile.

The hustle and bustle of the outside world rushes towards you.

That was the true essence of everyday life.

Goodbye, big company.

Lin Che silently recited in his heart.

"Hello, jungle."

This is where he should be.

There are no greenhouses, only hunting.

Doorway.

Headhunters and investors who had been lying in wait for a long time swarmed around like sharks smelling blood.

"Mr. Lin! I'm from Sequoia..."

"Mr. Lin! IDG would like to speak with you..."

"Mr. Lin! Could I have your business card...?"

Luxury cars, business cards, smiling faces.

This is the red carpet for successful people.

Lin Che didn't even lift his eyelids.

He waved away the business cards that were being offered to him.

roadside.

A completely black Buick GL8 minivan slid over.

The car door slid open automatically.

A prominent logo is painted on the vehicle body:

A firefly glowing in the dark.

Next to it were four sharp, bold characters:

【Microlight Travel】

That was his new totem.

Lin Che got into the car.

The car door closed.

It keeps those fervent pursuers out of the window.

"Boss, where to?"

The driver was a stranger; he had sharp eyes and sat up straight.

Lin Che leaned back in his chair.

He casually tossed the old computer to the ground at his feet.

"Back to headquarters."

The car started.

It merges into the rolling traffic.

On the eve of the outbreak of the O2O war.

This unicorn that left Alibaba has finally shown its fangs.